A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 212: Take Charge.

Angela walked beside him as they were led by one of the workers. She did not know what to expect but he

showed them around with a quiet grace. The interior of the hotel left her speechless. She had never seen

anything like this in her town. Everything felt new, almost unreal.

A key was given to Taros when they entered the elevator. The man wanted to follow but Taros refused, leaving

them alone when the doors closed. Silence filled the space. Angela felt her throat tighten. She wondered what he

was thinking because he was always so quiet around her.

In the woods the other day he had been different, wild and untamed, ready to claim her without caring about the

world. The memory brought a shy smile to her lips and her breath caught. She cleared her throat and dared to

look up at him. His eyes were already on her. She wanted to melt under that gaze. How could anyone get used to

those beautiful bluish eyes that seemed to strip her soul bare? They could make any girl lose herself with just

one look.

"Do | look bad?" Taros asked suddenly. Her lips parted but before she could answer, the elevator opened. They

stepped out together and he added, "You kept staring at me, so | thought maybe | do not look good tonight."

"No... no... you are handsome. And with those clothes on, I think you look so... takeaway," Angela said softly. He

was wearing a green cotton shirt that made his skin glow, light trousers, and black shoes. She doubted he even

knew how incredible he looked tonight.

When the room door opened, he let her step in first. Angela froze at the sight before her. The room was beautiful,

its decoration glowing with warmth. Red roses lay across the floor, forming a trail that led to the balcony. She

laughed in surprise and turned to him. "I cannot believe this. Did you do all of this?"

"No. | paid them to," Taros admitted with a little scratch at the back of his head, then walked toward the balcony.

Everything looked just the way he wanted. The hotel workers had done their job well.

Angela followed, her eyes wide as she looked out. "The city looks so beautiful from here. I like it, Taros."

"lI am glad you do," he answered, smiling as he watched her. She had no idea how every little thing she did,

every word, every laugh, made him fall deeper. "Do you like sightseeing?"

"I don’t know," Angela shrugged, her voice soft. "We don’t have things like this in my town, so when | see it, | get

speechless."

"I understand. We were all born after the war, and from what Renn said, your town is still struggling to recover

from the damage."

She nodded as she moved toward the table. It was decorated beautifully, meant only for the two of them.

"Wow... the table looks so nice."

"lI am just glad you like it," Taros said with relief. He had worried during the preparation that she might not

appreciate it. Taking her jacket gently, he helped her out of it and then pulled out a chair for her.

"Thank you," Angela said with a smile that warmed his chest as she sat down. She noticed a tablet on the table,

displaying the food menu. "I don’t even know what to choose."

"You should go for this," he said, tapping the screen to reveal the next dish. "It's an Italian dish. You'll love it,

trust me."

"Have you tried it before?" she asked curiously.

"Yes. You loved it," Taros replied, his lips curving with quiet amusement.

"Really? Then tellmore."

"This one is an appetizer. It's called caprese salad. We can start with this. Then for primi, fettuccine Alfredo, and

for secondi, either Ossobuco or Bistecca alla Fiorentina."

Angela blinked at how easily he spoke, his tongue wrapping fluently around the Italian words. "How do you know

all this?"

"I am half Italian. My mother is, and so was Hiro’s. Bless her soul."

"Yeah," she said softly, sadness touching her eyes before she brightened again. "Your mother is Italian. That's

beautiful. What about Renn?"

"I don’t know much about his mother. We only heard she died while giving birth to him," Taros answered. "There

are no pictures of her or much information. It always made him angry when we were in junior class."

"That's not fair," Angela said, her heart aching a little. Renn once told her his mother had died long ago, and he

never even got to see her. She could only imagine how painful that must have been, growing up with such a loss.

"Kaito’s mother is Spanish," Taros said with a laugh. "She is beautiful, and | do not mean to be rude, but she is

also fiery, with a temper. | think Kaito got his from her."

"Really?" Angela chuckled, shaking her head as the thought of Kaito with his mother’s temper made her laugh

more.

"Yes. She had him when she was sixteen. It was supposed to be a surrogate arrangement, but she was a member

of the West House and the elders refused to allow her to be treated as only a surrogate. So she ended up

marrying Kaito’s father, just so that Kaito would not be born out of wedlock."

"Wow. | was not expecting that," Angela said softly, her thoughts drifting to what her own fate might have been if

she had not escaped from her family. Just hearing about Kaito’s father made her uneasy, and she disliked him

already without knowing him. "Are they still together? His parents?"

"Yes. His father tried marrying others, or taking mates, but nothing ever worked. Kaito is their only child, and he

has always stayed close to his mother," Taros explained. "She is the Luna now. When you marry Kaito, you will

take after her, and the pack will not feel her absence when they have you."

"Taros..." Angela tried to stop him, her voice low. His words kept circling in her mind and she looked down as they

placed their order. "You said | will marry Kaito? You don’t want to marry me?"

"You will marry all four of us. There is no choosing," he told her simply. "The wedding will take place when the

goddess speaks to the high priestess. | only pray it will be after you finish school, when you are ready for it."

Angela rubbed her neck, discomfort rising inside her. She cared for all of them, she loved them in different ways,

but marriage was something else entirely. Her heart trembled at the thought. "What happens if we don’t marry?"

"You can’t be crowned Luna, and it will affect the packs," Taros said. He shifted closer, sitting at the edge of his

seat and gently touched her hand. "I know none of us asked for this life. The moon goddess pushed it on us. She

made us for it without even thinking if we would want it."

"Exactly," Angela whispered.

"But if you don’t want to marry us, it’s okay. Your choice comes before ours or anyone else’s."

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"Alex’s mom is Asian. His dad was American. You can see it in his face. That guy is beautiful... handsdoesn’t

even cover it."

"I know," Angela said, sipping her wine before setting the glass back down. She had met Alex’s mom before.

"Where do werewolves find such pretty wives?"

"How did we find you?" Taros asked softly.

It was a compliment, and though she wanted to answer, words slipped away. He just watched her, those blue

eyes like oceans, while he pushed a few strands of his white hair back.

"Am | beautiful?" Angela asked.

"You are. I've never seen anyone more beautiful than you."

His answer caught her by surprise. She thought of all the women in the world, in different shapes and sizes, and

couldn't believe him. He must have only said it to comfort her.

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Angela felt goosebumps rise all over her body. His words sank deep, filling her with warmth she wasn’t ready for.

She felt emotional, but she wouldn't let herself cry and ruin the night.

She rose from her seat and held out her hand. Without a word, Taros followed her into the bedroom.

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